After the afternoon thunder shower I rode my bike into town. I arrived at the plaza as Round Mountain was finishing a free performance on the plaza stage. Robby played cajon, Jon played his upright and Robby’s brother played trumpet while squeezing chords from an accordion.
I rode all around town for an hour, stopping at the back of the Linda Durham gallery building which I had never taken a closer look at. Modern adobe. Will have to go back and take some photos. Interesting use of rusty steel in place of wooden beams. Anyway, I think I had a great time because I remembered that as a kid I never rode my bike to exercise – I rode it to get around, to feel the wind in my face and on my arms, and because it was fun. And so I went on my ride with that in mind. A small adjustment that made all of the difference in the world.
I think you’re saying something there. I’m only 29 years old yet I find each step I take is a search for the comfortness of my childhood. I’ve noticed this trend with several other folks. Could this be an adult sub-concious kind of thing?
I mean what if you had a really disturbed childhood…could it work the other way?
Sounds fantastic. Sante Fe, a free Round Mountain concert, going by bike… I’d love to see you sitting on this kind of bike!!
That’s an awesome bike!
Oh, you mean you didn’t ride up onto cars or jump from rock to rock like Hans Rey? http://www.hansrey.com/